Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uruguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jeru the Damaja to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.